Crack, crack, crack!
However, Fang Yang had no intention of listening to Sixth Elder's inner thoughts. Sixth Elder was not worthy of his concern.
He lightly pressed his palm downward, and at once, the Space Laws within the spatial domain reorganized, condensing into layer after layer of Spatial Mirrors.
These Spatial Mirrors floated through the void like droplets of water, circling around Sixth Elder.
Sixth Elder was trapped within them. Every divine ability and blade aura he unleashed struck the Spatial Mirrors, only to be rebounded in an instant. With every rebound, the number of divine abilities and blade auras doubled. In the end, their numbers grew exponentially, all of them reflected back at Sixth Elder.
Under such a siege, Sixth Elder had no choice but to use Killing intent to endure the damage and continuously mend his body.
As Baxia watched Sixth Elder, who had been driven to the brink of despair, his dragon eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Before Fang Yang entered seclusion this time, although Fang Yang had been able to defeat him, Baxia had felt that Fang Yang was not yet beyond his reach. Who would have thought that Fang Yang had merely comprehended one more Law, yet his strength had undergone such a leap that Baxia could only stare helplessly?
With a casual move, Fang Yang toyed with a mighty expert at the Peak Early Quasi-Saint Stage in the palm of his hand. Baxia believed that even if a mighty expert at the Mid Quasi-Saint Stage appeared, Fang Yang would still be able to contend with them and would not be taken down so easily.
"I cultivate the Power Law too. Why can't my strength reach such a level?"
Baxia was utterly baffled. He had already cultivated the Power Law into a Great